There’s no doubt left, I must be a hopeless spanking pervert. What other explanation can there be? I saw this picture from Bondage Blog and my first thought was “Hey, a new spanking position!”
This vintage whipping photo is pretty degraded (does anybody have a cleaner version?) but it looks to me like he’s whipping her with a handful of horse tack, maybe reins or a long doubled-up tether:
When I noticed that The Stockroom was running a spanking-centric “Spanksgiving Sale” this year (through December 1) I ran to check for you — as I always do — what the best discounts and bargains would be. Discount amounts on the more-than-thirty discounted paddles and crops and canes and whips range all over the map, but I found three toys that are genuinely on sale for half price (or within a few pennies of half price in one case). Most notable among these is the perennial Spanking Blog favorite, the Stockroom’s wide-end black riding crop:
This riding crop is a long-time Spanking Blog favorite, so much so that I have bought more than one of them over the years (after a funny thing happened to the first one). A long time ago I wrote this:
I was delighted to see the Stockroom’s wide-ended basic black riding crop on sale — it’s the best crop I’ve ever had in my hands, because it goes from gentle tapping to serious thwacking based on a minor and easily controlled variations in how much swing I put into it. Plus, it lands right where I want it to go.
(This is the crop we had to get another one of, after this.)
I get even more use out of the short version, because it fits in a travel bag and is controllable enough to use on Bethie’s breasts and nipples when we’re gettin’ busy and she needs a quick reminder about who’s in charge. But the long version is essential if you want a crop that can give punishment or pleasure, variably, at your whim.
Last but not least, we have the Kinklab Leather Heart Paddle. I don’t have personal experience of this one, but the Kinklab products I’ve seen have been well-made and comfortable, so I would expect no different here:
It’s not too soon to be ordering painful fun things for the stockings of naughty persons in your life!
Sometimes when I see a thing like this, I’m tempted to just post it and not ask too many questions. But nine vintage butts ready for paddling? I had to know more; I had to research it. And a good thing I did! It turns out the image is from an anonymous six minute French porn film from 1928 about a supposed Satanic ritual and orgy. In Messe Noire (Black Mass) it does not look like these butts were for spanking; we’re looking at a rear view of the celebrants kneeling before the altar. But in partial compensation for that minor disappointment, there is a bondage flogging scene in the movie as well:
Here are some photos a pleasant afternoon Nikki Darling recently spent with the wonderful mean people at Pain Toy and with a broad but fairly light wooden paddle, wielded vigorously.
Nikki gets spanked a lot and she says “Oh God that paddle hurts so fucking much!”
Pictures are from the July 13 update at Pain Toy. And don’t miss Nikki’s sly smile in the final photo…
I am not quite as picky about internet spanking stories as Erica Scott says she is, but like her, I’m inclined to like only parts of even the best stories, and so reading them becomes a constant project of sorting out and trying to ignore the distasteful or annoying or boring parts. However, Erica has carefully saved her favorite story from the old Soc.Sexuality.Spanking newsgroup, and I have to agree with her that it’s a very fine spanking story indeed. The story is called The Toughest Boyfriend by DLynn, and it really rewards reading the whole thing. But here is a short excerpt from one of the spankier parts:
When my panties were around my knees, he stroked his left hand across the skin of my behind. Gentle. Tender. But all I could think of was the belt waiting in his right hand.
He moved his left hand around my waist, holding me down, but I never would have tried to break free at this point, no matter how afraid I was. I wanted to hurt. I pressed my forehead harder against my arm curled on the cushion.
The belt came down like fire, driving every bit of breath away. I had sworn that I would not cry out, but the pain was audible in the sounds that flew from my throat, half-grunt, half-cry.
I couldn’t keep myself from shrinking away from the belt he was already raising again, but his hand on my waist was firm. The belt came down again, across both cheeks, overlapping the first stroke that still ached and burned.
No. I hadn’t wanted this. I was already moaning, “I’m sorry,” but the belt was already coming down again. He caught me across the tender skin of my thighs, and all pretense of dignity deserted me as I yelled and convulsed on his lap.
“Oh, God, don’t. Don’t.”
But the belt was already lifting again…
Isn’t it kind of cute how her bottom has been spanked that delicate shade of pink to get her in the mood for the bondage sexing?